Free Deep Blue Impact (Deep Blue Series) by Amie Nichols Page B

I told Mags about Ian's reaction to Ethan and she advised that I don't tell him about Ethan working for me just yet.  "Best not let him get his knickers in a bunch."  I laughed at how true it was. Ian's knickers were bunched over Ethan.   
                  I had no idea when he would arrive because I wasn't going to text him and find out.  Don't want to look too eager, although I was . 
                  I paced around my Manhattan apartment eagerly awaiting his arrival.  It was past 8:00 pm already.  He had only said see you tomorrow night.  I texted him my address, but he never told me when his flight was or anything.  Mags was visiting her parents in London for the next week which meant Ian and I would have the place to ourselves.
     
                  I started a project as soon as I got back; building a spa identical to the one in the hotel in Vegas.  All I had accomplished was telling the idea to my architect, because I was having a hard time concentrating on anything other than Ian.  I decided to work on some e-mails to take my mind off of the nerve racking wait.  Frances had sent me the contracts for Bradson Security Inc, and seeing Ian's name in bold print was not helping my anxiousness.
                  After about an hour of answering emails, my eyes were growing very tired.  I was just thinking about getting a glass of wine, taking a bath, and going to bed when the doorbell rang. Holy shit, is it him ?
                  Opening the door, I am greeted by those deep blues. Ian steps into the room, drops his bag on the floor before he kicks the door shut, and grabs me in his arms.  I am up in his embrace, my legs wrapped around his waist, his lips bruising mine with his very needy, very hungry kiss. 
                  "Oh.....fuck did I miss you," he growls. “Where’s your bedroom?”
                  "Ian," I breathe trying to catch my breath as he breaks the kiss. I point to the room and am trembling all over as he lays me on the bed.  He makes light work of pulling my shirt over my head then unbuttons my jeans and has them slid off of me in seconds. 
                  "I have missed this sight so much." He groans in his low sexy voice that makes me quiver and I feel the wetness between my legs.  I realize quickly that I have missed this very much, too. I watch him pull off his t-shirt and take in the magnificent sight of his muscular, toned, gorgeous body.  Yes that's it, that's what I have been dreaming about.  He pulls off his jeans and I see the bulge in his boxers before he crawls back on the bed. 
                  Ian stares at me with his deep blues. I am aching for him. Aching for him to touch me, aching to touch him, and aching for him do be deep inside me.   He takes my lips again pushing his tongue between my lips searching inside me like he is trying to crawl in.  His hands are everywhere; over my breasts, then to my sides, and down to my ass. 
                  "Ian, please," I moan into his throat as he unclasps my bra.  His lips travel down my neck to my breast where he starts circling my nipple with his velvet tongue.  I arch into him as his teeth graze over the hard bud.  He moves down my belly licking, sucking, and kissing as he goes until he reaches my black lacy thong. 
                  His fingers graze the top of my thong then slide them down. I lift my hips to aid him pulling them off.  "Oh God, baby," he growls, voice vibrating through me as he starts to lick and suck on my clit.  His tongue thrusts into my center and I writhe beneath him in total ecstasy.  I grab his head and run my fingers through his hair as he brings me to the edge and back. "Say it, baby," he groans. "You. Are. Mine. Say it," he demands.
                  "I'm yours," I shout. "I'm so fucking yours!" My orgasm hits me like a train, then I feel his finger inside